#less

In the beginning, the price of giving great love is risking that it won't be returned. Until you understand, of course, that great love is always returned. With interest. ↗

— Mike Dooley

#true-love #love

What do you have there?” Mouse perked up at her interest. “I’m making ski masks to have on hand for bank robberies. Last night I finished the fingerless mermaid gloves for Eve. She likes her fingers free for gunplay.” Mouse’s needles clicked together in a peaceful rhythm. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering. ↗

— Jane Austen

#does #having #less #love #nothing

He gripped the edge of the desk. “I’ve done my best to make sure my brothers have no blood on their hands,” he said with menacing quiet. “I’m going to hell for all three of us.” Beckett said defiantly. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

Blake Hartt, I choose you. I deserve you. I want you.” Livia proved it by kissing his cold lips until they were warm. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

Not us, Vi. Everything else may end, but not us. What we have...We're endless." -Lincoln ↗

— Jessica Shirvington

#jessica-shirvington #lincoln #love #violet #love

what happens when all you love, becomes all you hate? ↗

— Alyxandra Harvey

#life

It was like we were both trying to hold onto something that was slipping through our fingers, and we didn't understand why. I understood more than him, of course, but just barely. I would never fully understand how I could have ever strayed from such a warm, sensitive and caring soul. ↗

— S.C. Stephens

#love-hurts #regret #thoughtless #love

I became intent on saving him through showing him that he was loved. ↗

— Joyce Johnson

#kerouac #love #rescue-mentality #sacrifice #love

Eve held his eyes and confidently licked the length of the razor-sharp blade with the tip of her tongue. Red blood beaded up on her tongue, and she licked her lips, giving them a fresh coat of color. Eve used the knife to blow a kiss in Beckett’s direction and disappeared into the crowd. Beckett forgot to keep dancing. He stood stock still with Kyle still twirling around him. Eve had just f*cked his mind so hard, he wanted to smoke a cigarette and cuddle like some soap-watching woman. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love